Showing posts with label 2011. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2011. Show all posts

Thursday, December 29, 2011

2011: The Year of the Corrupt

While the Chinese celebrate the year of the dogs and dragons, down in India we'd like to celebrate 2011 as the year of the scams

After all, our politicians and businesses have managed to siphon off about $10 billion a year every year for several decades, to tax havens around the world. 
While it's been a few decades since the cookie jar has been systematically raided, 2o11 was a culmination of sorts. 

Many of our A-list politicians have been caught with their pants down and hands deep inside the cookie jar. 
While the proof is there and the crime is clear, the lady with the scales is snoozing.


As I've often wondered aloud, scams of this magnitude is the scourge of countries with developing economies. With a flush of foreign investments, the temptation was too huge (and zero conviction record) to ignore. 

Bangalore- It's all about the money, honey!
Good thing we invented the zero, because we can proudly claim to have swindled money with too many zeros that would interest any venture capitalist.


Like managers at the top of the pyramid, corruption permeates down the layers. If it is corporations and members of parliament that are making the big bucks, down at the local registration office, we have sleazy office peons and Superindents asking for 'chai money'.


Take a looksee at the graphs (and the data). 

Bangalore, may have left behind the tag of the 'Pensioner's paradise' and was certainly robbed off the 'Garden City' but, is certainly the creaming the layer with the most color. 
Now, that's something to toast on.



Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Happy New Year!

The 52nd week of a year is always the most anticipated week.

I particularly enjoy reading the 'lists'. Of the new rich, of famous deaths, of milestones and unfortunate natural calamities and man-made disasters. The top 10 and the bottom 20. 
The creme de la creme of everything that matters and of everything that doesn't.

The time of the year when you retrospect on all that you did and didn't accomplish. 
A time when you look forward to a much better year ahead nevermind if you have been trailing behind with a crappy year already.
A time when everyone is euphoric and pessimistic at the same time. 


But what I really love are the frenzied commercials for new year's eve parties and the outrageous prices for couple tickets (with unlimited beverages and food, of course). Ranging from the modest (Rs1499/-) to the insane (Rs 24999/-), these parties promise you fire-breathers from the Orient, belly dancers from the Middle East, the hottest DJ's from the West and exotic themed parties.

I've been to two of these parties with a former girlfriend who'd hop parties and clubs like it was going out of style. On one of my visits to a new year's eve party, I recall the astronomical price of the tickets (at Rs 4999/-, it was a bomb 8 years ago). Being one of the most expensive parties does have it's advantages - it keeps the riff raff out. 
Off the 300 or so that came to the party, nearly all the women who came to the party were dressed in their finest, skimpiest party wear. A snip here or a tug there and the entire garment would have come off. Of course, you'd definitely want the attire to fall off when you are drunk and ready for some 'enchanting moments' with a person you'd normally not even get to second base. And second base they did. Over the course of the night, I saw nearly every couple in varying degrees of undressing and making merry in a way that you'd otherwise only see in a porn. Many of the women were carried off by their burly 'boyfriends' in the wee hours of the morning. 
Some were still naked and lying in a corner. Inebriated,  raped and oblivious.
What a wonderful way to ring in the new year!
And that was the last time I ever been to one of the eve parties.


What is about the New year and Christmas that makes people want to drink and make merry? I find it obnoxious that people associate Christmas and the New Year with partying and unfettered crapulence.

Surely, celebrate, drink to good health, prosperity and peace. 
But this time of the year should really be about reflecting on what we need to do to achieve our goals in the year to come. 

After all, goals are not self-fulfilling. 
Only prophesies are. 


Thursday, July 14, 2011

Kaboom!

Yesterday, India was still fawning over the Cabinet reshuffle that failed to impress, our sick athletes, the billions that we lost to enterprising ticks, the many railway accidents  and about the fucked up deep shit that we are in.
Yesterday, we were still complacent that we have a task force that should have found and stopped all those terrorist scum that want to kill the people of the most previous nation on earth- We.
Yesterday, we had just wrapped up our sober celebration and rested in the firm belief that we are finally safe.
Yesterday, our corrupt politicians were still praying that the heat be off them.
Yesterday, 21 people dreamt of owning a home, living a long and respectable life with their loved ones.
Yesterday, 100 people were all healthy and looking forward to a great tomorrow.
Yesterday, over a billion people were still reeling from the memories of yesteryear's scars.

But today was another day.
In the life of those who hate freedom.
In the hearts of who want to kill.
In the minds of the wicked.

While people are getting more active and social online, offline it is a an entirely different scenario.
Twitter, FB and G+ are blistering with the first reactions and counter-points.
Our politicians are giving us the usual crap about bringing the guilty to book. Fat Fucking Chance, Mr Politician.
For the rest of the sane among us, this is the reality that we are destined to live with.
Maybe we really need to shut down all those News channels. They are the real culprits. They 'break the news' in a pun that is almost cruel as the crime.
We need to kill sensationalistic journalism*. Like parasites that feed on carrion, our media channels give 'our' Terrorists their 24+ hours of fame.

Enough talk. Enough keyboard activism.
We need action

For more juice on Sensationalistic Journalism, please visit:
Baapho's coverage on the Media coverage of Mumbai attack
Buzzle's articles on Media Sensationalism


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